Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Bluetip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Terry Callier,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.